ARISE, A POET-KNIGHT

ARISE, A POET-KNIGHT


A surfeit of vermin,
half-truths, half lies.
A heavy mental baggage 
Before the ancient
vineyard miles
and miles away.

But arise, a poet-knight,
And slay snakes walking
Upright
In your pen.

Arise, a poet-knight,
Redeem them
From the impostor king.

All have been forgiven, comrade. 
Arise, a poet-knight.

     In the year of the snake, the blogger watched in disbelief as four supposedly well-mannered writers in the language created a pit for themselves and expelled their "enemy" without due process.
     To this day, the subject of their ire is still waiting for explanation for their collective act on a Sunday in Tribu Paraiso in Diadi, Nueva Vizcaya.
     But long before they made the decision,  the blogger has already informed the esteemed ML that he was walking away from them.